[If she'd ever had a dream so fantastic as this, she would assume it to be the source of all this strangeness. To one moment be in Shazahd, amidst the sound and fury of that great city, and then suddenly to be here stumbling and graceless amidst the bright lights and flashing sounds?
She watches through the viewscreen, uncomprehending. She knows only that it is destruction, but not its course or cause. The scope of it is completely surreal and she can only watch, fingers pressed close against one of those whited-out screens. She turns to whoever's closest and asks, what is this? but alas, no English. Her native language sounds a bit like Russian eloped with Swahili, oops. Someone should probably introduce her to the translation abilities of the tablets.]
b) VR room, later;
[She's escaped into this room and turned the gravity up by about twenty percent so it will better resemble her homeland. And now she's sitting with her knees drawn up, fussing over her tablet. The technology is alien to her, and there's a slight furrow between her brow as she reads. If anyone enters, she'll scramble to her feet and shove the tablet at them while pointing to one of the icons, unsure of what it means or does.]
c) cafeteria;
[She's having a staring contest with a jar of canned food. No, really. She's perched on a bench, attention focused at what looks like beets in mild incredulity. Drying food? Totally okay. Canning it is at least nine different types of unnatural. After a moment, she picks it up and tries to undo the lid, but due to the fact she's from a higher-grav environment than this and hasn't yet mastered the art of controlling her strength, the jar shatters and she scrambles inelegantly to try and clean it up while still salvaging the food.]
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[If she'd ever had a dream so fantastic as this, she would assume it to be the source of all this strangeness. To one moment be in Shazahd, amidst the sound and fury of that great city, and then suddenly to be here stumbling and graceless amidst the bright lights and flashing sounds?
She watches through the viewscreen, uncomprehending. She knows only that it is destruction, but not its course or cause. The scope of it is completely surreal and she can only watch, fingers pressed close against one of those whited-out screens. She turns to whoever's closest and asks, what is this? but alas, no English. Her native language sounds a bit like Russian eloped with Swahili, oops. Someone should probably introduce her to the translation abilities of the tablets.]
b) VR room, later;
[She's escaped into this room and turned the gravity up by about twenty percent so it will better resemble her homeland. And now she's sitting with her knees drawn up, fussing over her tablet. The technology is alien to her, and there's a slight furrow between her brow as she reads. If anyone enters, she'll scramble to her feet and shove the tablet at them while pointing to one of the icons, unsure of what it means or does.]
c) cafeteria;
[She's having a staring contest with a jar of canned food. No, really. She's perched on a bench, attention focused at what looks like beets in mild incredulity. Drying food? Totally okay. Canning it is at least nine different types of unnatural. After a moment, she picks it up and tries to undo the lid, but due to the fact she's from a higher-grav environment than this and hasn't yet mastered the art of controlling her strength, the jar shatters and she scrambles inelegantly to try and clean it up while still salvaging the food.]